The last time Pip stuck her hand into my mouth and ripped out a fill-in featuretooth, I showed you my plants. You have seen those. I have no more plants to show you.
However, today when Pip explained John was AWOL, put her knee on my chest (she's got a ladder), and slipped on the falconry glove, between snapping at her fingers I told her that over the weekend I visited the Royal Botanic Garden Edinburgh's Glasshouses and could share some photos of their plants. She relented.
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